small drabble for my alltake agenda
cw: slightly suggestive
It's just a regular day for Toman, until it suddenly isn't.
Takemichi, to put it in simple words, is hot.
All of Toman knows this and have trained to act normal around him in order to maintain world peace. They have scoured mountains high and low, crossed countless oceans and faced off against gigantic beasts most humans have never even heard of, just to be brought to their knees because of a skirt, a fucking skirt.
It all started one fine regular day, the captains of Toman were gathering today for a meeting. It was a simple affair, discussing the different areas under Toman and how they were doing. These types of meetings often had the people attending dressed in casuals, the usual black uniform hanging out to dry in the sun after god knows how long it had been worn for.
There was still ten minutes left until the meeting began, but there still wasn’t a sign of the blonde teenager coming. Normally he would be here the earliest, talking about how kids these days seriously don’t know the value of time.
Chifuyu sighs heavily, not being the only one to notice his captain's absence. A lot of people, scratch that, everyone has noticed. The usual chatter that fills the air is gone, replaced by a tense silence, only one thought on everyone’s minds, Where the hell is Takemichi?
Time passes by agonizingly slowly, less than a minute before its time for the meeting and finally they can hear the sound of shoes hitting the floor a mile a minute. Mikey is holding in barely restrained annoyance, eyes dark and a tight smile on his face.
Takemichi comes bursting in through the door, a shout of “Safe!” leaving his lips. He rests his hands against his knees, breathing heavily and looks around at the dropped jaws of his friends and immediately his cheeks explode into pink.
Just as Mikey is about to threaten Takemichi to never do that again or else, his breath catches in his throat, because what in the hell got into Takemichi for him to dress like that.
He brings his hands to his chest, feeling unnaturally exposed in the pink dress. Because it was made for someone with a chest, the dress was loose there for Takemichi and sagged, showing off delicious skin. It should’ve looked funny, but any sane (or insane) person who looked at him could only describe him as erotic, lewd, a literal succubus incarnate if you will. His hair was back to being black, showing off his pretty blue eyes. They were tearing up slightly and only made him look even more tempting.
And oh my god he was wearing garter belts.
HE WAS WEARING GARTER BELTS!!
They were the same shade as his dress, and only served to make him look even more submissive and breedable.
In a shy manner, his hands went towards the bottom of his dress and tried to tug them, although it did more damage than good considering you could literally hear the control of several teenage boys snap at once.
If Mikey had been a lesser man he would have immediately jumped Takemichi, too bad he was. Thankfully Draken still had enough thinking power left in order to hold back the commander. As much as he wanted to do the same, he had to hold himself back for Takemichi’s sake.
Baji was biting so hard at his rubber band that it snapped and hit him in the face. That seemed to clear his mind a bit as he stared at the horndogs around him, a hand on his cheek that was steadily becoming red.
Kazutora was lying on the floor, barely alive after receiving a punch capable of sending a man to heaven because Hakkai caught him in his ‘I am going to jump takemichi’ stance. Don’t even ask how he knows about it, Hakkai would rather not answer.
Chifuyu is trying his best to stop his nose from bleeding, shoving tissue papers up his nose at an alarming rate. It's just 9 in the morning and he already feels light headed with blood loss.
